Another example of a character feeling guilt after committing a sin is Lady Macbeth when she starts to talk in her sleep as a gentlewoman and a doctor watches her, “Out, damned spot! out, I say! / --One: two: why, then, / 'tis time to do't” (5.1.35-40). Lady Macbeth does not show guilt while she is conscious and awake, but it is quite evident that she truly does feel a great amount of guilt after the murder of Duncan. As she screams, “Out damned spot”, she rubs her hands together, showing that she is trying to rub the spots of blood from her hands.
She closes her eyes and hears the doctor whispering about her to her daughter Cornelia. This upsets Granny, so she begins to mentally tear her own daughter down by listing her faults. Throughout the story Granny has a lot of things to do that she plans to get done the next day, she thinks. Most of all she wants to get rid of a box of old love letters that she doesn’t want her children to see. She tries to rest throughout the day but she is aggravated by the blue tint of the light in the room from a lamp shade.
When moments passed with no answer from her, Danny entered Judy’s room, “Her desk chair had been pulled out and right above it she swayed, hung to the ceiling. On her desk, in big red letters she wrote, ‘The world didn’t hold enough love for me too’”(Brickley 91). Judy allowed herself to become so addicted and dependent for love, she found herself adrift without Danny. He was the only one who could fill her with meaning and purpose. The emptiness she felt when her parents departed left her vulnerable and itching for someone else.
Her eyes filled up with tears and she let out a sob. As the children stood there watching Margot cry, they didn’t know what to do. “Uh, look Margot, we’re sorry. We didn’t realize how much the sun meant to you,” one of them said sorrowfully. Even Margot knew that was a lie because the sun was all that she talked about during school and in her poems.
Her mother walks in and pats her shoulder trying to wake her up from an afternoon nap. “Evelyn sweetheart, time to wake up.” She sat right up with a beautiful smile across her face. Her blue eyes twinkle in the light, and her messy brown hair stuck up in the air. She climbed out of bed and placed all her books into a bag. Evelyn waved goodbye to her mother, then skipped out the door.
Sanchez’s setting perfectly describes what the aftermath of a struggle in a room looks like. The wood embodies marks on it showing a struggle. She uses these elements of clothes thrown on the floor, a broken mirror and a lamp laying on the floor to signify the struggle. The clothes and suitcase shows the mother in a hurry getting ready to leave. The mother sits on the ground holding her two children, we can hear the sobs coming from them.
While in the background of the officer reading the juvenile file, seated behind Lani was her mother. Puffy red eyes since refusal of sleep, salty tears dripping down her face, with heavy sobs that echoed through the courtroom. The courtroom began to look at the blur with color. The misery this mother felt locked in her throat, also feeling as if nothing matters now. As the third offense was being read, Lani finally glimpses to see her mother, and in clear view she saw a heartbroken mother.
Her painting pictures a vulnerable Frida lying on a large bed in front of a vast plain which implies her loneliness and feeling of helplessness. There are red ribbons coming from her stomach which symbolize umbilical cords and are attached to a pelvis, a fetus and a flower among other objects which symbolize the loss of her child and her attachment to the unborn life. Having a miscarriage is one of the hardest things any parent can experience, let alone having three terminated pregnancies but Frida Kahlo dealt with her pain as naturally as anyone else would. Frida used her talent to take away or mostly suppress her deepest emotions and hurt. She made many paintings and prints that expressed her painful experience and how alone she felt through the process.
******** I had spent the rest of the day helping the girls clean up the house and outside, before I finally plowed into my bed that night. I was so tired I instantly fell asleep. I didn’t even hear the footsteps slowly creeping up the stairs. I remember some of my dream from that night. I was in a field, and all the girls were there, they were wearing flower dresses, like the one at my last foster parents house.